Anne noticed him stiffen and she looked down to examine him. Obviously through his chain mail she couldn't see his wounds but she looked up to him.

"Were you hurt, my love?" She took his hand and pulled him after her as she walked. "Come, let me see."

Before they left, the servants had assembled a tent and built a fire for the two of them just around the bend of a large rock formation. Anne, content to sleep with the sea air and stars around them, had asked to have a blanket pulled out beside the fire, which had been secured with heavy stones.